Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Visage,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.